Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's a snorkasaurus look like? I wouldn't know one if I saw it.
If we're going hunting, we might as well get an early start.
- I don't think there's any fish in this lake. - Any luck, Barney?
and we bring back our own ribs.
I'll find my way out. Have fun.
- Look who's talking about a fathead. - And it's got a long, skinny neck.
- This is the way to travel, Barney. - Right, Fred.
You're right, Barney. Full speed ahead!
- I can't stand them. - That's why I like the beach.
Cooking over an open fire!
And with the hunters, the chase. What sport.
All right, wise guys. I had to put the garage back, didn't I?
Fred, I just felled my first tree.
- creating a hazard. What's your name? - Flintstone.
Here you are, Mr. Rubble, 30 pounds of ribs. Right on the nose.
No, no, no! Let me guess. You're opera singers passing through.
We're leaving, too. But you know where we're going.
30 pounds of ribs. Yeah, I know. So long.
But where are the other lovelies?
That's what I've been trying to tell you, Fred.
Help!
The Miss Universe contest. Right here in these woods. How original.